You see it all at Boots and Hearts, including things you'd rather not see.

People making out. People passing out. People vomiting.

And strange stuff. On Saturday night, after Luke Bryan's crazy set, as photographer Sabrina Byrnes and I were walking to my car to leave, we heard a rhythmic, scraping-type sound. It was a Bootser. Alone, he was wearing a cowboy hat and hopping on one foot back, I imagine, to a camping area, apparently injured but covering a lot of ground.

On Sunday, as I was sitting on the grass soaking it all in, a woman in a short white dress walked by -- and she was also wearing very high heels. C'mon girlfriend, comfort over fashion at B and H.

Most of all, you see thousands of young people getting drunker as day turns to night. Thankfully, the vast majority are happy drunks. Loud, sure, obnoxious, some, belligerent, a few.

This has become Durham’s biggest party and the word is definitely out: Clarington’s Canadian Tire Motorsport Park is the place to be on the August long weekend. I read so many tweets over the weekend from people who weren’t at Boots and Hearts. Jealous, sad, even angry and bitter that they couldn’t experience it.

Jim Nicholl, 55, from Barrie was there for the first time with his lady Gail Povey. It was Gail’s 50th birthday present and they were camping.

“We came up Wednesday and we’ve met some of the most amazing people,” he said. “My girl and myself feel like grandparents. It’s an incredible time.”

But he didn’t feel out of place, even though most of the crowd was less than half his age and Jim’s biggest party days and nights are behind him.

“They go hard; they go really hard,” he said of the young Bootsers.

“The best thing is we met great people.”

Jim didn’t stick around for too long; two of those great people came along and whisked him away to have a drink.

And the music. A nice mix of headliners this year. Toby Keith was so much fun. I’m still singing Red Solo Cup. Saturday night with Luke Bryan was a bit much for me (I’m 49, OK?) It really was insane. Glad you loved it, girls. Blake Shelton was just perfect -- love this guy, and I didn’t know any of his music before the weekend (Sabrina’s the big country music fan).

Like last year, as the sun was sinking on the last night of the festival, I was getting into a good groove (honest, I had no alcohol in me, not even one drink) and wished there was another day or two to go. Kind of like spending a week camping or at the cottage: you're ready for more when it’s coming to an end. Boots and Hearts leaves you wanting more.

On a final note, you see some great T-shirts at Boots and Hearts. In no particular order, 10 of my favs: